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* * *

Daughter’s Discipline

Denise sat staring at her husband disappovingly. Having just got
over crying after the fight with their daughter Heidi, she was
emotionally drained. Denise and her husband Hank had gone out for
dinner with the understanding that Heidi would be staying home
studying. Already in trouble with her academics with two D’s, they
came home early to find her having sex with a boy who was a senior at
her school.

The boy, Heidi, Hank, and Denise were equally mortified. The young
man ran from the house with his pants half on, Hank chasing him all
the way down the block. Denise was screaming at her daughter and
calling her a whore. Heidi told her parents she hated them both and
how they were ruining her life. The entire evening was a mess.

When the house settled into a discomfitted silence, the two parents
finally sat at the table to discuss what they were going to do. It
was then that Hank revealed he purchased a Switch-On device for their
daughter. Denise had shot down the idea of Heidi wearing one of the
devices the last time Hank suggested it. There were a lot of articles
on the internet about how they were open to abuse and had some
troubling side effects. It annoyed Denise that her husband not only
bought the device without her permission but spent the money when they
didn’t have it. Switch-Ons were not cheap.

“Hear me out, honey,” Hank started. “This is, what, the third boy
we’ve caught over here? How many more is she having sex with that we
haven’t discovered? How many more nights are there going to be before
she gets an STD or gets pregnant? Maybe we can get her academics back
on track and make sure she doesn’t get into any more trouble, all at
once.”

She hated to admit it, but her husband was making sense. “I don’t
know... It just seems so extreme. And what makes you think she’ll
let us put the damned thing on her?”

Hank put his hand on his wife’s hand, “Listen, we’re her parents.
We know what is best for her. Besides, we can’t watch her every
minute of the day. What are you going to do when I go on my business
trip this week? Lock her up? Let’s face it, Heidi is a oversexed
girl. The monster is out of the bag with that one. We can’t rein her
in without some help. This will help!”

He showed her the device which would control their daughter’s
actions. It was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand and the
underside was covered in tiny needle-like prongs. Installed between
the shoulder blades, the Switch-On could make a person do whatever
command you gave them, or even make them think that they were the ones
who had the thought. It was perfect for people who smoked or drank or
committed crimes. But already there were so many Switch-On crimes
committed where somebody got a hold of another person’s controller and
coerced them into shooting someone, or robbing a store. It was a
mess. Denise brought up her reservations to Hank.

“Well, this version supposedly has a control lock on it. If you
don’t enter the code properly, it locks you out. It’s only going to
be us that have access to Heidi’s Switch-On and to be honest it’s you
who has to keep track of it while I am out of town. Who better for
you to trust than yourself?”

“I still think it is a bad idea, Hank.”

“Will you sleep on it?”

“Sure.”

The next day Denise woke up and—being in a better mood—decided that
her husband was right. The two decided the best thing to do would be
to install it when Heidi was asleep. They made sure that Heidi came
directly home after school and stayed in her bedroom the whole day
doing homework. It was a Friday and being grounded was like a death
sentence for the teenage brunette who just wanted to get out and have
some fun.

Hank and Denise read over the instructions together and waited for
the wee hours of the morning to install it. Hank had to be up anyway
to catch an early flight to Vegas. His company had a trade show there
that he could not miss, which meant setting up all Sunday and running
the booth Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Thursday they had a
business meeting scheduled to kick off their fiscal year and that
meant he would be returning on Friday.

At 5am Denise slipped into her daughter’s room and with some
hesitation pushed the tiny pins of the Switch-On into her daughter’s
soft skin. Heidi’s eyes opened briefly and she gasped, her hands
grabbing at the sheets. Suddenly the teenager relaxed and went back
to sleep.

“Do you think she’s okay?” Denise asked worriedly.

Hank gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Honey, she’ll be fine. It’s
installed and there is nothing we can do now except see how well it
works.”

“So what should I tell her first?”

Hank shook his head, “I don’t know. I guess we’ll figure it out as
we go. I’ll text you some ideas if I get any. It’s going to be a
long wait at the airport.”

* * *

Denise couldn’t go back to sleep. She tossed and turned in
bed wondering if Heidi would be okay. Turning on the light, she
grabbed her glasses and the remote control and pondered the first
command she should enter. After some deliberation, Denise typed into
the pad...

YOU WANT TO STAY HOME FOR THE WEEKEND.

It seemed like the best place to start. She figured that Heidi
would be easier to control for the next two days and those two
commands would give her some buffer time to figure out the ins and
outs of the Switch-On. Turning off the light, Denise tried to go back
to sleep when she heard the noise. It was soft, a moaning, coming
from down the hall. Worried, Denise hopped out of bed and looked in
on Heidi, hoping that the Switch-On hadn’t hurt her daughter.

Heidi was on her bed, eyes closed, her right hand shoved into her
panties as she masturbated dreamily. Denise held her breath and
closed the door quickly. “Oops!” she told herself. “I guess Heidi is
just fine...”

The mother went back to bed and managed to get another few hours of
sleep before she woke again. When Denise got up she poured herself
some coffee and then checked her facebook page before she thought to
look in on her daughter. The door was shut but Denise could hear a
man’s voice and some female groaning. Immediately Denise assumed that
her daughter had snuck a boy into the room—it wouldn’t be the first
time. Without knocking, Denise opened the door and walked in on Heidi
playing with herself again, only this time she was on her laptop
watching a pornographic video. Heidi’s knee what up in the air as she
lay on her side. Her fingers were rubbing quickly over her clit as
she watched a big black cock going in and out of a white woman.

“Mom!” Heidi screamed, closing the laptop and pulling the covers
over her lower half. “Aren’t you supposed to knock around here!? Get
out!”

“Sorry!” Denise held up her hand over her eyes and retreated.
“Sorry!” she repeated from the other side of the door.

“Ughhhhh...” Heidi let out sarcastically,“That’s just great,
mom!”

Denise had no idea that her daughter watched porn and certainly
didn’t approve of her watching ‘that’ kind of porn. What was that kid
thinking? She was just about to reach for the controller when Hank
called.

Hank lowered his voice and brought the edge of the phone closer to
his lips, “Wow... Actually I am not so convinced. I was reading up on
the FAQ and there are some potential side effects, especially when the
device is first installed. It says that it can cause an increase in
sexual arousal for the first couple hours. In some rare cases it can
last a couple days. Maybe that’s what is happening to Heidi.”

“Great, so you’re saying that we got a device to keep our daughter
from having sex, and it is going to make her want more sex? I knew
this was a bad idea.”

“Hey, I just found out myself. It’s not my fault. Just, just,
just keep her in the house. What harm is it doing if she—you
know—does her own thing? At least she’s not going to get pregnant....
Hey the are calling my seat. Gotta roll. I’ll call you from my lay
over.”

“Fine, love you,” Denise told her husband.

“Love you too,” he responded automatically.

* * *

Heidi eventually came out of her bedroom and barely made eye
contact with her mom as they passed in the kitchen. Denise tried to
get her daughter to talk to her but the conversation simply went
nowhere. She was embarrassed, and rightly so.

“I’m sorry I barged in on you,” Denise finally told her.

“It’s okay,” Heidi mumbled back.

The day dragged on with the teenage girl taking an extra long
shower. Denise heard the water massager running for at least fifteen
minutes and figured Heidi was at it again. Then, as her daughter
worked on her chores about the house, she kept disappearing to her
room and locking the door. When Heidi would come out, her eyes were
down and her cheeks flushed. After lunch Denise insisted that her
daughter do her report for history class at the kitchen table. On
more than one occasion she found Heidi sitting there with her hand on
her crotch. It was over the top!

Denise finally had enough around 2 o’clock and, looking sternly at
her daughter, she asked rhetorically, “Heidi, do you mind?”

“What?” Heidi shrugged. “I just have an itch.”

“Can you scratch your itches more privately?”

It wasn’t long after that Heidi excused herself to the bathroom.
Denise used the opportunity to look at her daughter’s laptop history
and see what kind of sites she was traversing. Unsurprisingly, the
history cache for the day was filled with porn. Pictures and video of
women with one man, two men, sometimes five or six. Black men, white
men, latino men—Heidi had been ogling them all. The previous days
didn’t seem to have as many searches so Denise figured Hank was right
again—this high libido was caused by the Switch-On.

Denise had to go out to the mall to return a pair of slacks, but
she couldn’t bring Heidi in her current state. The trip would take
forty-five minutes tops, but leaving her daughter meant that she was
definitely going to be back on the porn sites—or worse, inviting over
a boyfriend. The brunette mom got the idea to use the Switch-On to
try to curb her daughter’s ‘enthusiasm’. Hiding in the bedroom,
Denise punched in one command after the next.

YOU DO NOT LIKE BOYS AT ALL.

YOU ARE NOT ATTRACTED TO MEN.

YOU DO NOT WANT TO LOOK AT MEN.

YOU WILL NOT MASTURBATE THINKING ABOUT MEN.

YOU WILL NOT INVITE ANY BOYS OVER FOR THE WEEKEND.

YOU WILL NOT CALL ANY BOYS FOR THE WEEKEND.

Denise was trying to cover all the options, and after thinking
about it, came up with one more....

YOU CANNOT ORGASM LOOKING AT MEN.

YOU WANT TO OBEY WHAT YOU ARE TOLD.

“That should do it,” Denise told herself resolutely. Excusing
herself, she stepped out of the house, telling Heidi she would be back
in two hours. It would be less than an hour, but her daughter didn’t
need to know that.

* * *

Denise returned to the house and parked outside. She didn’t
want the garage door alerting Heidi that she was home. Instead, the
forty-ish mother went through the side door and quietly stepped into
the house. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t a hundred percent
confident in the Switch-On, Denise decided to be stealthy today. As
she stepped into the laundry room, Denise immediately heard moaning.
It wasn’t Heidi, but it was definitely sexual and probably coming from
a television or her laptop.

“I knew that the Switch-On wasn’t working right,” Denise thought.
Stepping forward slowly, she found her daughter sitting at the kitchen
table watching a porn. This time it was two women locked in a
sixty-nine position, shoving toys of purple and pink in and out of
each other’s pussies. Heidi’s back was to her mother, but Denise
could tell that her daughter was once again masturbating like crazy.
Her shorts were down around her ankles along with her panties and her
hand was moving quickly around her groin. Heidi suddenly arched her
back and let out a squeal as her orgasm electrified her young
body.

Denise stood motionless in the laundry room. If she walked in on
her daughter masturbating again, it would be another highly
embarrassing predicament. Heidi would be furious with her mom for
violating her privacy, even though she was dumb enough to masturbate
in the kitchen. And if Heidi found out her mom snuck in the back
after coming home so early, it would be even worse. Denise decided to
wait her daughter out. Eventually she would get tired and Denise
would use that window of discretion to come in.

Heidi closed that video out and began surfing the web. Her
daughter had taken to looking at naked pictures of other women.
Occasionally she would read something, and then go back to some
pictures of lesbians engaged in some type of act. Denise was kicking
herself, realizing that her daughter in a hypersexualized state was
taking the only outlet her mother allowed. By using the Switch-On to
keep Heidi from thinking about boys, her libido switched gears and had
her fantasizing about girls. It would be so easy to switch the
commands back, but Denise left the Switch-On controller in their
bedroom and there was no getting it for now.

The teenage girl got up briefly, but returned—still half naked—with
the house phone and a credit card from the desk—probably the one
Denise just got in the mail. She was reading a telephone number off
the internet webpage and then waited. When she began speaking,
Heidi’s voice trembled in nervous tension. Denise could only make out
half the conversation, but it didn’t take long to figure out what was
going on.

...“Hi, I was, uhh, I was looking to talk to I guess one of your
girls.”

...“The ad on the website says her name is Wanda.”

...“Yeah, this is my first time calling. Sorry, I’m a little
nervous.”

...“Uhm, probably a thirty minute call. That’s all I have time
for.”

...“Uuuh, sure, I have a Visa. Here is the number. It’s—”

Denise listened with a whole mix of frustration building in her,
not the least of which was her daughter using her credit card.

...“Yeah, the name is Denise M. McClaren. That’s me, I’m Denise.
My name is Denise. Yup.”

Denise listened to her daughter lie and use her name to purchase
some type of service over the phone. She wasn’t sure how her daughter
was planning on covering up this theft, but Denise figured maybe she
wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe it was the Switch-On that was
impairing her judgment?

...“Yeah, thanks. I’ll hold.”

...“Hel—hello? Hi, my name is D—D—Denise.”

...“I’m forty-two.”

...“No, I’ve never called anyone like this. I mean I’ve had phone
sex with my boyfriends, but never with—you know—a woman.”

...“Well, I dunno. I just can’t get off thinking about men
anymore. I’m going crazy.”

...“Yeah, well I tried that. Trust me. But then I found myself
staring at the girls in the pictures, and then I saw these two girls
doing stuff and I got so turned on.”

...“Yeah.”

...“Yeah. Totally.”

...“I did. It’s embarassing telling you this but I did.”

...“Harder than I ever did before.”

...“It made me feel naughty. Like I shouldn’t be doing it.”

...“Yeah, that’s probably why I came so hard.”

Heidi laughed and relaxed in her chair, her hand moving up over her
breasts. Denise’s suspicions were confirmed—it was her damned fault
with those stupid commands that she put into the Switch-On.

...“Tell me what you look like.”

...“Wow, you sound sexy. How old are you?”

...“No, th—that’s fine. I just never really considered the
idea.”

...“No! I like your voice. You sound like you know what you are
doing. That’s what I need.”

...“You know, a woman whose older who can teach me.”

...“Wait, you want me to say that?”

...“I guess. I’m just embarassed.”

...“Okay. I want to be a bad girl.”

...“Yes, I’m touching myself.”

...“On my tits.”

...“You have no idea how turned on I am.”

...“The truth? Uhhhh...”

...“Okay, the truth is I’m eighteen. My name is Heidi.”

...“How did you know I was lying?”

...“Was it that obvious?”

...“Punish me? How?”

Heidi reached down and spanked her pussy, softly at first, and then
more firmly. In between swats she rubbed her clit slowly and moaned.
Denise looked on mesmerized. Her daughter was having phone sex with a
woman—lesbian phone sex! And it was on her new credit card! She was
so tempted to rush into the kitchen and scare the living crap out of
her daughter, but stopped instead. It would be a dreadful long week
if there was another incident like this morning. Still, Denise was
flushed embarrassed, listening and watching her own daughter finger
herself. Heidi took a break only to pull up a video of two women
having sex, just to go back to the phone sex and masturbation.

...“I do.”

...“I am!”

...“Oooh, my pussy is so wet!”

...“Yes, Wanda.”

...“Sorry, I meant Mistress Wanda. Sorry... Ohhh...”

...“I’ll do anything you want, Mistress.”

...“I’ll say anything you want, Mistress.”

...“I’m a dirty girl.”

...“No, no boys today.”

...“No boys ever.”

...“God I am cumming! Cumming! Cumming!”

...“Yes, Mistress!”

Denise was desperately trying to hide her interest but after
watching the display in front of her, she found it impossible. Her
daughter Heidi was watching lesbian porn, having lesbian phone sex,
while masturbating at their kitchen table. Her young thighs were
spread wide, her soft smooth legs shaking in pleasure. The perversity
of her daughter was made ever worse by the fact that Denise was
watching and letting it all happen. She felt immobilized by
circumstance—wanting to move forward or backward but unable to do
either.

...“I need to stop! Ooh, too sensitive!”

...“Yes, Mistress!”

Heidi began spanking her pussy again, hard and repeatedly, a
self-punishment instructed by the phone sex operator on the other
end.

...“Two fingers.”

...“Three, Mistress? I can’t—”

...“Oooh, yes.... Three fingers. Oh, Mistress. I am!”

...“Yes!”

...“Yes!”

...“I’m your lesbian whore!”

...“I’m a dirty little queer girl!”

...“Ohhh, I am so bad. A bad girl!”

...“Oh, make me feel dirty!”

...“Really dirty!”

...“I can’t say that... That’s so naughty.”

...“Please, Mistress! Don’t make me say it.”

...“Yes, Mistress! Sorry Mistress!”

The self-spanking began again. When her daughter shoved her
fingers back into her sopping pussy, her moans were louder than ever.
Whatever ‘Mistress Wanda’ wanted Heidi to say, she was resisting.
That resistance failed as Heidi let go completely and obeyed the woman
on the other end of the phone.

...“Spank me!” Heidi screamed. She hesitated and then continued as
she rubbed her clit faster.

...“Spank me, mommy!” Heidi’s fingers were a blur of movement
now.

...“Lick me, mommy!” Heidi threw her chin up in the air, her
nipples sticking straight out.

...“I’m a bad girl, mommy!”

Heidi was fingering herself rapidly, her voice quivering as she
shouted out everything that the lesbian phone sex operator told her
to. Who was this woman? What would possess her to make a young mixed
up girl say such perverted things? This woman was taking advantage of
Heidi’s sexual confusion, feeding it, sexually commanding her to call
out ‘mommy’ while she masturbated...

Denise was squeezing her thighs together, incapable of stopping
herself from stimulating herself. Despite telling herself that it was
lewd and disgusting and wrong and perverse, Denise slipped her fingers
under her skirt and into her panties. Her pussy had soaked completely
the fabric of her panties. The first touch of Denise’s clit was so
sensitive she thought she might orgasm on the spot. Instead she
shoved her fingers into her pussy, mimicking everything her daughter
was doing. She couldn’t understand why she was so turned on. Denise
was no prude and had experimented with girls in college, but nothing
extensive and nothing that went all the way. A tiny percentage of her
fantasies might have incorporated women, but the mother of one
certainly never went out of her way to explore it any further.

But this was different. It was in her face, loud, and real. The
fact that her daughter only recently began to discover this fantasy
was fascinating, especially given the wickedness she suffered at her
own hands. Denise hated the fact that her daughter acted like such a
slut with all these boys, but now that Heidi was focusing all of her
attention on girls, she couldn’t help but feel worse about her
daughter. Was she just destined to be a sex maniac? And who was
Denise to criticize as she stood clandestinely in the laundry room
shoving her fingers up her wet cunt watching the whole thing.

Heidi screamed out again, “I’m cumming, mommy! I’m cumming,
mommy!” Her orgasm causing her to collapse in the chair, the phone
slipping out of her hand. Denise’s own orgasm was inhibited only by
the mother covering her own mouth with her hand. Denise’s knees
knocked together and smacked against the washing machine. Fortunately
Heidi was so distracted by her own screaming and the sounds of the
lesbian porn playing on the laptop that she didn’t hear a thing.

The eighteen year old grabbed the phone off the floor and fumbled
it to her shoulder, “Hello? Wanda? Are you still there?” Giggling
nervously, Heidi seemed to be back in a dialogue with the woman.

...“Yeah, that was insane.”

...“I don’t know how many times I came. It was wild.”

...“Totally. Oh my god, that was so hot. I loved it.”

...“Dirty.”

...“Really dirty.”

...“Too dirty.”

...“Definitely. I would totally call you again, Wanda. I mean,
Mistress Wanda.”

...“I can’t call you that!”

...“Mmm, but that’s naughty. Why do you want me saying all those
things?”

...“Yeah, it made me cum the hardest.”

...“Yeah, I know it’s just a fantasy.”

...“Okay fine. I promise I will call you.”

...“Bye, mommy.”

Heidi hung up the phone and dropped it on the table. “That was
some crazy shit!” she told herself, still oblivious to her mother’s
presence. As the teenager quickly pulled her clothes on, Denise
instinctively pulled her hand out of her panties and straightened her
skirt out. Heidi was writing down her mother’s credit card number on
her notes along with the phone sex number from the internet. Denise
took the opportunity to press the garage door opener button in her
purse to make it sound like she just got in. Heidi immediately
reacted by straightening everything out and going back to her
report.

Denise reached back and opened the laundry room door and announced
herself as if she was just coming in. “Heidi, I’m home!”

“Hi, mommy—” Heidi said, then stopped. “Hi, mom. How was the
mall?”

“Busy,” Denise answered, staring at her daughter who was looking
straight ahead at her laptop. Heidi couldn’t make eye contact with
her mother out of embarrassment—that much was certain. She was going
to ask her daughter how much homework she got done, but what was the
point? She knew nothing got done.

* * *

Denise went to the bathroom after dinner and used the excuse
of being up to sequester herself in her bedroom. She picked up the
Switch-On remote and looked at the commands. In retrospect, the mom
could see how Heidi’s mind could misinterpret the commands that were
entered. Denise was kicking herself for being so obtuse about it in
the first place. The question was, what to do about it now? Heidi
continued to struggle with her sexual excitement, staring at the
television when a lingerie or make-up commercial came on. The
Switch-On FAQ said that the sexual arousal would dip once the body
became accustomed to the device, but that could take another day.
With Heidi masturbating twenty times a day, would she rub herself raw?
And what about her own reaction?

Denise pushed the memory out of her mind. It was a natural
reaction to seeing somebody pleasure themself. Nothing more. It was
an indiscretion that would not repeat itself. That was that.

But evening rolled around and Heidi excused herself for bedtime.
Denise heard the snap lock on the bedroom door engage and knew her
daughter would be masturbating soon. Not only did she know what she
would be doing but what she would be fantasizing about—women. Denise
went to her room and watched television in a stupor—totally unaware of
what she was looking at. Her body was so tense that she knew what she
needed to do...

Turning out the lights, the forty-two year old woman began touching
herself, concentrating on the feelings she had. She thought of Hank
making love to her, but it didn’t help. She thought of the grocery
store manager who had the nice smile and good body. That fantasy
didn’t work either. As Denise rubbed her clit, nothing seemed to
catch. She even tried thinking of the porn that Heidi was watching
with the giant black cock pumping into the petite white girl. Porn...
She didn’t need porn... Or maybe she did? Denise had a flash of the
porn Heidi was watching that afternoon and her clit hardened between
her fingers.

Yes, those women were pretty sexy. Nice legs, beautiful faces,
gorgeous lips, nice make-up. It made Denise feel hot and pleasure
started to creep across her body, but the pinnacle of her sexual
activity wasn’t reachable. Denise kept trying but she couldn’t come
to an orgasm. Her frustration built and finally she dipped into her
lock box under the bed where she kept her vibrator. It had been a
while since she used it but the batteries were still good. Denise
rubbed the vibrator over her clit and imagined those women kissing and
licking and touching. She was so close to cumming but it didn’t work.
She needed more. She needed to cum like she did that afternoon.

“No!” Denise fought with herself. That’s when she was watching
Heidi. Watching her daughter masturbate. Damn! What was she doing?
Denise was going crazy with the frustration and was trembling with how
bad she needed a release. Climbing out of bed she tiptoed to Heidi’s
door and heard her muffled squeals of pleasure behind the wood. What
was she doing in there? What was she thinking about? Looking at? It
was insane but Denise couldn’t stop wondering.

“I don’t have to wonder,” Denise considered. It was wrong, but by
this point she didn’t care. She went back to the Switch-On controller
and typed into the command screen...

UNLOCK YOUR DOOR AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN.

Denise’s heart was pounding when she heard her daughter’s door
creak open and Heidi’s bed springs squeak as she returned to her
room.

YOU WILL MASTURBATE WITH THE DOOR OPEN AND YOUR BACK TO THE
DOORWAY.

YOU WILL NOT LOOK AT THE DOORWAY.

Oh, this was bad... So very bad. But Denise was shaking with
anticipation, knowing that she could do anything. It wasn’t wrong
just to watch, was it? Denise quietly stepped into the hallway with
her robe on and looked into Heidi’s room. There she was, sitting up
in bed, the covers over her lower half, frigging herself as she looked
at her laptop and the three girls who were engaged in sapphic
delights. With her nightie on and the covers over her, Denise
couldn’t see what her daughter was doing, but she knew by how she
moved and groaned that Heidi was enjoying herself.

Denise quietly watched as her daughter climaxed over and over, and
as Heidi did so did Denise. Each orgasm her daughter had was followed
closely by one for her. The reason why she couldn’t figure, only that
she had become obsessed with watching her daughter cum. Each orgasm
brought pleasure which led to guilt which increased her tension which
made her horny which made Denise masturbate which made her want to
watch her daughter which made her orgasm. The cycle continued three
times before Denise could no longer stand. Limping back to her bed,
she made sure to command Heidi to go to sleep before doing so
herself.

* * *

Sunday morning did not end Denise’s guilty pleasure. Heidi
took her extra long shower with the massager pulsating jets of water
on her sensitive young clit. She couldn’t understand why she kept
leaving the doors open but didn’t care. It felt so good to get off
over and over. Denise ogled her daughter’s naked form behind the
semi-clear shower curtain and reasoned that this was a victimless
action. It was her daughter’s bad behavior that forced her and Hank
to get the Switch-On in the first place. Hank was working hard to put
food on the table and Denise had to manage the house and laundry and
meals. Heidi owed them. Heidi owed HER specifically after all the
drama. If her daughter could help Denise out when she was feeling
lonely then what was wrong with that? A voice inside her told her it
was very wrong since this was her flesh and blood, after all. But
that voice was getting smaller and less significant with each
subsequent orgasm.

After cumming in the bathroom doorway, Denise went and looked at
the internet history cache on Heidi’s laptop. Sure enough she had
been looking at lesbian porn throughout the night. Many of the
set-ups were teachers with students, babysitters with older women,
even stepmothers with stepdaughters. Thumbing back to the previous
afternoon, she pulled up the phone sex website and found Mistress
Wanda’s bio which encouraged callers.

“Specializing in lesbian fantasies for first time callers. I
especially love younger women who are shy. You don’t need a lesbian
lover. You need a Mother, a Mistress, a firm feminine voice to control
you and use you. Let me command you. Rub that sweet pussy. Mommy
knows what’s best!”

The page was filled with other girls, all with pictures that
presumably were theirs. What was it that made Heidi pick this one?
Was she interested in older women? Was it the control factor? Did
she want to be told what to do? Denise theorized that must be it.
Her daughter loved being taken advantage of—it got her off. What a
slut! Heidi’s actions just made Denise so... Wet.

Wet. Again. Thinking about her daughter. Denise closed the
history cache and thought about the Switch-On. Nobody would know.
Nobody would know anything at all. Denise was aflush with excitement
all over again. She picked up the Switch-On controller and stared at
it contemplatively.

“If I do this, there is no going back,” she warned herself. But
she could go back! She could do anything! This was victimless! If
Heidi wanted it to happen then it wasn’t wrong, was it? And all
Denise had to do was tell her she wanted it. But Heidi didn’t want to
want it. She wanted to be told to do things—that’s what got her off.
So by making her daughter do these naughty acts against her will, she
was really doing what her daughter wanted, right? The justification
seemed so sound to a woman overpowered by her perverted lusts. Denise
typed a long set of commands into the Switch-On...

* * *

Heidi was in her room wearing just her panties and bra,
brushing her hair in the vanity mirror. She had this strange urge to
look in her mom’s bedroom for a vibrator. Her mom never told anyone
that she had one, but Heidi somehow realized that she must have one.
Without thinking, Heidi got up and went into her mom’s room. Denise
wasn’t there, but right next to the bed it sat. Standing straight up
on the nightstand the white sex toy was, just waiting for her.
Heidi’s fingers were so tired from masturbating for the last day and a
half and the idea of using a sex toy sounded awesome. At eighteen,
Heidi never had the chance to try one, but watching all the videos
made her want to give it a spin.

Heidi lay back on the bed and turned the vibrator on. At first she
rubbed it over her breasts, feeling the sensation illuminate her
libido and harden her nipples. Closing her eyes, the teenage brunette
girl leaned back on her parent’s bed and slid the vibrator over her
panties. Even through the fabric her pussy felt so good. After
teasing herself, she pulled off her panties and allowed her freshly
shaved pussy to be exposed. Not sure why she shaved it, Heidi loved
the sensation of the cool air on her puffy swollen lips, her juices
wetting the path for the sex toy to travel. Not just any sex toy, but
her mom’s vibrator. It was so dirty playing with it while lying naked
on her mom’s bed, especially after all the things that Mistress Wanda
made her say yesterday.

Those mommy-daughter roleplaying fantasies had gotten Heidi off so
many times that she could barely see straight afterwards. Something
about it made her feel so dirty yet turned on. Not that she would
ever want to do anything with her real mom. That would be twisted!
The more she thought about it though, the more she kept seeing images
of her mom’s face as she masturbated. The taboo thought made her
stomach feel heavy and tight, and her pussy super sensitive. It was
so wrong, but Heidi couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was like the
fantasy was worming its way into her mind, burrowing deep into her
darkest thoughts...

Denise cleared her throat and Heidi sat up in a start. In the
doorway her mother stood, wearing high heels, black stockings and a
garter belt, and a matching black bra. Hank had bought it for her
years ago but she was just never in the mood to wear it. Now she was
in the mood. “Don’t stop on my account, young lady,” Denise said
boldly.

“Mom, I’m sorry! I was just—” Heidi tried to cover herself but was
unable to, frozen in fear.

“Save me the excuses. You are such a little pervert. I can’t
believe you would use my private things.” Denise knew exactly how her
daughter would react as she strolled confidently next to the bed.

Heidi was unaware of the control her mom had. To her, it was scary
and embarassing. But why was her mom wearing lingerie? “I’m sorry,
mommy...” Why was she calling her mother ‘mommy’?

Denise pulled the vibrator from her daughter’s grip knelt on the
bed. “So, Heidi, you like playing with your pussy?” She took the
vibrator and slid it along her daughter’s inside thigh, slowly moving
down, down, down.. Heidi tried to close her legs but couldn’t. She
tried to get off the bed but couldn’t.

“Mommy, what are you doing?” she asked, scared and turned on at the
same time.

“It’s my house, my bed, my vibrator, my rules.” Denise delayed
just a second before she ran the humming tip of the toy over her
daughter’s clit. Heidi couldn’t take her eyes off her mother as the
pleasure rippled through her. Denise plied her daughter, “Tell me,
Heidi. What have you been thinking about while you’ve been
masturbating all day and night?”

“Girls, mommy...”

“And what kind of dirty movies have you been watching?”

“Lesbian movies, mommy...”

“And did you have phone sex with a woman yesterday?”

“Yes, mommy... OOoohhh....”

“She made you talk about lots of dirty things, didn’t she?”

“Yes, mommy!”

“What kind of things?”

“I d—d—don’t want to say... Ooh...”

“Did she make you call her anything in particular?”

“Ooooh, yes. She made me call her Mistress...”

“And what else?”

“And Wanda....”

“And what else?”

“And—and—she made me call her ‘mommy’. She made me say it..
Ooh,...”

“And how did that make you feel, Heidi?”

“Naughty... Dirty....”

“And how do you feel now?”

“Naughtier... Dirtier...”

“Is that because your real mommy is rubbing a vibrator all over
your sweet young pussy?”

“Yes! More, mommy! More! I’m so close to cumming!”

Denise pulled it back from her daughter’s cunt, “Ooh, not yet,
Heidi. First you have to do something for your mommy.” With that she
sat back next to her daughter and spread her stocking clad legs apart.
“Come lick your mommy’s pussy.”

Heidi couldn’t understand what was happening. Almost without her
volition, Heidi sat up and climbed between her mother’s legs and
stared at the place where she came from. Her mother had a beautiful
mound, juicy and wet and delicious looking. But it belonged to her
mother! It was one thing to fantasize about this but something else
entirely to do it. But Heidi’s face drew closer and closer to her
mother’s pussy lips. Extending her tongue out, she smelled the strong
scent of sex from her mother and realized her first lesbian experience
would be right here, right now. Lesbian incest with her own mother!
Her tongue slid along the soft lips and Heidi looked up to see her
mother in ecstacy.

Denise couldn’t believe it. Her own beautiful daughter was right
between her legs, eating her out, bringing such pleasure, breaking so
many taboo barriers. The age barrier, the family barrier, the gender
barrier... Everything shattered for the two as Denise grabbed Heidi’s
hair and took incredible pleasure at controlling her daughter. And
orgasm rocked the mother’s body, and then another, and then another.
With the Switch-On Denise realized she could lay here all day and make
Heidi lick away. How many orgasms could she have in a single day?
Fifty? A hundred?

“Mommy, my tongue is tired! Please!” Heidi whined. Her
daughter’s face was coated in pussy juice and Denise smiled wickedly
at how much fun this all was.

Denise pulled her daughter onn top of her and positioned her sweet
ass right over her face. Damn it looked so round and tight and
perfect. No wonder every boy wanted to fuck her. But no boys would
be fucking her now. Only mommy would have Heidi’s body from now on.
Denise’s first taste of cunt was incredible—her own daughter’s young
mound was grinding in her face and her body wiggled about on top of
her. Heidi’s tight abs rubbed against Denise’s breasts and the
teenage girl that once came from her belly was now resting on it,
staring at her mother’s slit in a very unnatural way. No matter how
hard she tried to break the contact with her mom, Heidi’s lust kept
her pinned in place. Now her mother was licking her pussy and making
her orgasm with her tongue.

Only after Denise was done getting her sadistic kicks did she let
go of her exhausted daughter. The mother and daughter lay motionless
and panting on the bed, the weight of what they just did sitting heavy
on their minds. Heidi put her face in her hands in shock, a strange
feeling overwhelming her like she had just been taken advantage
of.

Denise sat up and fumbled about under the bed, perhaps putting the
vibrator away. Heidi took the opportunity to speak up, “Mommy—I,
mean, mom... Can we talk about what just happened? I think we made a
big mistake doing this. I really didn’t want to—what are you
wearing?”

As Heidi turned to face her mom, she saw Denise was wearing a big
strap-on dildo. Her mother was pouring lube over the head and
stroking it along the shaft. “Oh this is something I think you’ll
enjoy, my slutty little daughter. I can’t wait to use it on you.”

Heidi climbed off the bed and ran to her room, only to find herself
walking right back to her mother. Her mom had something that looked
like a smart phone in her hand and she was pressing buttons on it.
Heidi didn’t have too much time to think about it. Instead she got on
her hands and knees and felt an overwhelming desire to apologize to
her mother. “I’m sorry, mommy! I’m sorry I am such a slut.”

“And what happens to sluts to misbehave?” Denise asked, climbing
behind her daughter.

“They get fucked by their mommies...” Heidi replied, barely
understanding why she was doing what she was doing. The ‘whys’
disappeared in a new wave of perverse pleasure as Denise fucked her
daughter from behind.

It looked so sexy, the giant dildo stretching out her daughter’s
cunt as she spanked Heidi hard on the ass cheek. Denise wasn’t quite
sure where the strap-on dildo came from, but she figured it didn’t
matter. This week would be so much for fun with it than without
it.

* * *

Hank blew his load in his hand again as he watched his wife
incestuously fuck his own daughter. The camera shot showed the
Switch-On device on Heidi’s back as well as the one on Denise’s back.
Installation was easy enough the night before his flight and he
programmed his wife not to know it was there. Heidi needed a little
bit of prodding from her father here and there, but for the most part
the commands Denise entered did everything perfectly. Just getting
Heidi masturbating all day seemed to do the trick, and the phone sex
call was something Hank had to work out. He told Wanda that a friend
would be calling and that she really liked the mommy fantasy but was
unwilling to admit it. The phone sex mistress simply pushed Heidi
along and—combined with the Switch-On commands—was easy to ply.

Denise was trickier, as every thought and action needed to seem
like it was hers. It worked great for Saturday and Sunday. The
strap-on dildo might have blown the whole plan, but Denise was so far
gone by then it didn’t matter. Hank would be home in a few days and
that gave him plenty of days to reprogram them both. It might be
difficult getting his daughter and wife to take cock again—let alone
his cock, but no job was too big for Switch-On. He’d have his slut of
a daughter begging for daddy’s cock in no time.